Cut me open, take a slice into my thick pale skin. Look beneath my layers and make sure to grab a pen. Write about my backbone, watch me stand before your eyes. Write about the shock and awe that came to you by surprise.
Cut me open, tear my insides apart. Tell me i'm not good enough or that i have no heart. See it pumping my blood that now is on your hands. See how pure i was, remember i had plans.
Cut me open, just for your joy and fun. Just take all my feelings in your hands and begin to run. Why bother to sew me up?i'll still be left with scars.
So, cut me open, pick me apart.
You will see, i was great from the start.
Cut me open, tear my insides apart. Tell me i'm not good enough or that i have no heart. See it pumping my blood that now is on your hands. See how pure i was, remember i had plans.
Cut me open, just for your joy and fun. Just take all my feelings in your hands and begin to run. Why bother to sew me up?i'll still be left with scars.
So, cut me open, pick me apart.
You will see, i was great from the start.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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